Laura Thalassa Quotes

That soul of hers, tempered by the hottest of forges, has been and always will be mine.

Something this good was bound to end terribly. It was karma evening the score - you get a gorgeous man in return for your tragic life and early death.

I love all of you Ember - the ferocious, beautiful girl I first laid eyes on, the fiery girl who punched me in the face when I threw off her sheets, the penitent girl I found curled up in the shower, the curious girl who questioned a wanted man's guilt, the brave girl who pushed me down when she saw a gun, and the secretive girl who thinks she needs to carry the world on her shoulders.

No one crosses my friends and gets away with it. Not even the devil. If he so much as tries to lay a finger on you, I'll glitter bomb the shit out of him.

I can't tell which is the worse fate--to question everything, to be paralyzed by indecision, or to question nothing and move through the world blind to any other way of existing save for your own.

This is not lust I feel, dear Sara. And I hope you are half as frightened of it as I am.

When it comes to grief, words have no balm strong enough to soothe the soul.

eyebrows rose. "I'm just going to throw this out there, but I'm okay with being taken advantage of.

Andre stood at my feet, looking like a fallen angel. A very pissed off fallen angel.

It should never have been this way. My comrades turning on me, my enemies saving me. But worst of all, I should never have felt anything other than hatred for this man, the king, Definitely not this, this warmth that thaws my soul.
I stare into the king's eyes. I am Isolde, I am Juliet, I am Guinevere.
I am every one of those idiots because I've fallen for the king.

This is where happiness sneaks up on you, and you forgive evil people for unforgivable things because they give you a taste of a future you always thought was beyond your reach.

Most days I'm good. Most days I can pretend I'm like everyone else. But then there are the days when I can't, days when my past catches up to me.

Days like today. I'm too depressed to get out of bed. I'm being dragged under by all those bad memories.

A little dancing never hurt anyone. Right?

I glance down at the hand touching my chest. I follow it back to its owner. A soldier in his late twenties stares back. He's not the king, and these are not the king's men. Which can only mean …
I got fucking abducted.
Again.

Secrets are like currency. The more you have, the more powerful you are.

And of course, he had to be evil. Why do all the sexy guys have to have issues? Why?

I push my body off the ground, blood seeping between my toes. For the first time in over a century I stand on my own two feet. The gown I wear drapes off my shoulders, and my drenched skirts stick to my legs.
I am a thing made of lace and blood. Swathed in silk and dripping with the dark deeds of men. I suppose I'm finally clothed accordingly.

Because you are just a pawn. And a pawn can't help but get played.

What has been is immovable and unchanging; what will be is full of infinite possibilities - some more likely than others. Nothing is certain until it happens.

He was staring at me like I was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. A girl could get used to these kinds of looks.

It was not until I met you, hated though you were, that I understood the meaning of God's words. Of mercy." He says this as though it's of paramount importance. "And now I understand why there is hope yet for your kind. Because along with the bad, there is this."

..."And I cannot figure out what this is," he continues, "only that I feel it when I see you and when I think of you. When we ride together and I hold you, I feel as though all is right. And when you laugh, I think I might truly die. This is an agonizing sort of pleasure, and it's ever so perplexing. I don't understand how pain and affection can coexist alongside one another.

I love you too." Funny how those words got easier to say the more I voiced them.

I'm still the King of the East, you're still married to me, and the world's still at war. Good and evil have little to do with it." Now I lean forward, until there are only inches between our faces. "They have everything to do with it. So which are you?" He leans forward, closing the last of the distance between us, and just as his lips meet mine, he says, "Both.

He's a horrible, evil person. Don't be one of those girls that forgives a guy his shitty personality just because he's gorgeous.

Maybe it was a sugar low or simply the hypocrisy of it all. Whatever it was, I was done playing nice. I stalked towards him, my fingers curling and uncurling. The bastard was going down.

Was this what love was like? Not just something to fight and die for, but something that didn't draw attention to itself unless you looked for it?

Ever since the day my father died I've understood. So long as the king lives, I will never be free of him.

That pretty-boy king went down like a boner in church.

I am chaos. I am the undoing of man. And all the world will fall to my feet.

I remember the call I got when they found her. All those dead men. She'd been untouched. That's what happens when you corner my wife. That's what happens when you throw her into the fray.
I'm an idiot for trying to protect her this whole time. She was never the one who needed protecting.
Everyone else was.

I can't go back there. Back to a time when I had a weakness. When I lost control, and lost loved ones and territories in the process. The WUN still remains out of my hands. If I woke her now, what would I lose next?

Oh God, I'm fucked. So, so fucked. This isn't flying, this is the art of dying, and the one person who got me into this mess is gone.

I guess I now have my answer to that stupid "rhetorical" question: if a friend asked you to jump, would you?

Apparently, twat-waffle that I am, I would.

And all that borrowed magic?" Des continues. "The process is called cobinding, and though Typhus made it sound cavalier and impersonal, it's not like that," Des says.

I stare down at my fae wine. "Then how is it?"

"Remember those horcruxes in Harry Potter?"

I begin to smile in spite of myself. "Are you seriously dropping an HP reference right here, right now?" I ask, glancing over at Des.

"I have your undivided attention, don't I?"

"And all my love."

I mean, I knew he was soulmate material before, but this pretty much just sealed the deal.

Des's face grows serious. "Essentially, when you exchange magic, you're transferring more than raw energy. You're moving a piece of yourself as well."

That's massively creepy.

The heartless king has found his heart after all. It rests beneath my rib cage.

This is yours," he said, pressing my hand more tightly to his chest. "And I don't give it lightly.

What you choose to do with all that anger is your business. But you can't control the world; someone will always be there to wrong you. It's your choice to let it go.

The government had been controlling my nightly visits.

The fool I was who first laid eyes on her all those years ago did one thing right - he saw redemption within his reach, and he snatched it up for himself. And then he sabotaged it again, and again.

It took losing all that I held dear for me to learn a valuable lesson: only when everything is gone are you truly free.

Being a private investigator, I've seen and heard my fair share of twisted shit.

Fairies always manage to top it.

you can't control the world; someone will always be there to wrong you. It's your choice to let it go. Only you can decide the woman you want to be." It's

want to know a truth of mine?" "Always," I say, turning my head to better face him. He takes my hand and presses it against his chest. Beneath my palm I feel his heartbeat racing. My eyes move from his chest to his face. "It does that whenever I'm around you," he says. I

Toying with this supervillain was kind of fun. Much better than my usual experience with them, which usually involved lots of blood and pain. I

So this is how the rich bleed--elegantly.

Love is unendurable when it spoils.

There was a bang as someone tried to open our locked door. Leanne and I grabbed each other. "Bitches, let me in!" Oliver. I let out a shaky breath, got up, and unlocked the door. He pushed his way in before enveloping me in a hug. "Stop almost dying on me beautiful." When he pulled away, I saw his eyes we red rimmed. "Aw, Oliver," I hugged him back, "I'm pretty tough to kill.

The queen lives.

It's always been you Gabrielle, even before you existed. And long after our bodies have turned to dust it will still be you. It will always, always be you.

His eyes slink over me. "I forgot to tell you- you look lovely."
Lovely. I want to laugh at his words. "You shouldn't have bothered with the compliment," I say, "I'm many things, and the least impressive of them is lovely."
.... Lovely. What a load of bullshit.

My heart, my wife, my life. I will love you until the day I die.

All religions want the same thing-salvation. We're all the same.

A grim smile stretches across my face.
He's coming.
The devil is coming for me.

I don't tear my eyes from his when I say, "I'm thinking that you'd give the devil a run for his money. In fact, he's probably worried that you'll set your sights on his territory next." The corner of Monte's mouth lifts. "A good idea, Serenity. Perhaps I could consult you on hell's layout. I hear you're familiar with it.

Bitch, just give it to me straight: are you bobbing for this guy's bananas? Is that what this is about?" she asks. "No - no,

Seriously Gabrielle? Look who you're talking to - I'm a gay fairy. I'm the world's biggest cliché.

We've been working on this for a week," he continues, "and we've made no progress. Who do I have to kill to make things happen?" If only the psycho were joking.

I don't want her to see the man I've become. I don't want to fall for her all over again. It took decades for the pain of her absence to dull.
Here my wife's safe. And so is my heart.

They'd given me a blowtorch. Idiots.

For the first time in a hundred years, my soul flares to life, my heart along with it. And it hurts so fucking bad.
No one's ever been in my situation, so I couldn't have foreseen that love doesn't function as other things do. It took decades for it to fade, and an instant for it to come roaring back.
As far as my heart is concerned, no time has passed.

Someone hurt my monster.

Close your eyes,' Andre commanded. 'Nuh uh. Last time I did that I woke up in the morgue.

Perv - I've gotten upgraded from stalker.' Wasn't he the eternal optimist?

Your heart is largely an enigma to me. But we shall find out the truth of it soon enough.

How benevolent of them. And where was their compassion when they bombed thousands of innocents that day?"
"Some sacrifices needed to be made - "
"Then you die." I snap. "If you think sacrificing any life is necessary, then I want to see you give yours up first.

I met his eyes. "Easily. I could love you easily.

I'm a recovering monster that cares about another soulless creature.

When you live without someone for as long as I have, love becomes this abstract concept, something you attach to a memory. And when memories are that old, they feel like dreams, and you wonder if any of it was real, or if your mind created it all.

Now, cherub," his words roll off his lips like honey, "the first repayment of the day: you're coming home with me, and you're not leaving until your debts have all been paid.

Can't I touch my wife?"
He said those words once before, and this time around they level my heart. Even after all these years, he remembers them.

I don't know what to make of that. "But you've been alive to witness thousands of years of human history. You must've seen love at some point during all that time." After all, he's the one who's always waxing on about how ageless he is.
"Yes," he says slowly. "But not like this."
Not as a living, breathing, feeling thing. And somehow that makes all the difference.

Why?" he finally says. "Why, why, why? You creatures and your need to have orderly, logical answers. When someone falls in love, is it logical? And when they blindly hate, is that logical either? Your deepest drives are based on nothing. What you're asking for is an explanation for the unexplainable.

Thanks for bearing the crap out of that creep," I said. Andre gave me a shadow of a smile, his way of acknowledging my decision to stay with him rather than running away again. "But," I said, "just so we're clear: no more mass killings. If that happens again , I'm so out of here." I couldn't believe I'd ever have to say those particular words to someone.

Were you born with all your organs intact?" he responds.
I can't see his face, so I have no way of knowing where he's going with this question.
"Yes …" I say cautiously.
"Good," he responds, "then I expect you to use the one beneath your skull."
Damn. That insult burned a little.

Seven years apart," he continues, "and the woman you became was a world away from the girl I met". He tilts my head so that he can look me in the eye. "That only made me want you more. You were both old and new, familiar and exotic, within reach and forbidden. And I wanted you so badly for so long I was sure it would kill me.
"And when I look at you - especially now - I see one simple truth."
He stops speaking.
I sit up a little. "What was the truth?"
In the darkness, I can see him staring back down at me. "You are magic, love.

I like it that he's fucked up like me, that he's wicked and sinful and makes no excuses for it. I like it that he doesn't care that I might be a little wicked and sinful too.

I like it that he's taught me how to play poker and that I've made him watch Harry Potter ... and read the books. (He hadn't touched them before me, the heathen.) I like it that I get to travel the world with him every time he decides to take me on one of his bargains, that my room has become a collection of kinckknacks of us.

Once upon a time we were innocent, and then we were not.

My knuckles go white as my grip on the porcelain tightens. Now I know what Desmond cashed that one particular bead in for. Sobriety. Forget the supernatural bounty hunters that are after him; that fucker is mine. That

Doppelgangers are expensive. Rarely do their victims escape." I didn't mention that the men appeared to be buffoons. I figured I'd get a little more street cred this way.

My eyes slit. "Des," I warn. He removes my hand from his chest. "Is that supposed to be a threatening tone?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. He clucks his tongue and brings my hand up to his mouth. "Because if it is," he continues, "then you've got to work on your intimidation game," he continues. "I mean, you gave it a decent try, but I'm more turned on than anything else." Des

I turned to face Oliver. "You are worse than that little voice inside my head."
He raised a shoulder. "I'd like to say I try, but I was just born this fabulous.

Having the Bargainer's full attention is like catching a tiger's eye. All you wanted to do was pet the creature, but as soon as it turns its gaze on you, you realize it's simply going to tear you apart.

And if someone can lead me to him?" Malaki asks.

"Report back to me first. I don't want to chance losing him. Oh and by the way - " Des's eyes inadvertently land on Temper, "be discreet."

"Why are you looking at me?" Temper's voice is several octaves louder than everyone else's.

The Bargainer arches an eyebrow.

"I'm as motherfucking discreet as they come," she says.

I'm trying really, really hard not to laugh, but the struggle is real.

Malaki manages a sharp nod. "We will be discreet," he assures Des.

The sorceress huffs. "Y'all need to get your heads checked. I am not the problem." She turns on Malaki. "And you don't need to go making promises for me. I never even said I was coming along."

"And you don't need to." The Bargainer stands. "But if you imagined staying behind so that you could have fun with Callie, then you'll be sorely disappointed. The future Night Queen has official business that will take her away from the palace."

It takes me a second to realize Des is referring to me.

"Wait," I say, "I haven't agreed to be queen."

"Yeah," Temper agrees, "my girl hasn't agreed - what?" She turns on me. "Bitch, have you lost your mind? Take that crown and wear that shit like it's your birthright."

Ignoring Temper, Des's gaze falls on me, his features sharp. "I apologize, the Night King's consort has official business that will take her away from

Freedom or death.

You want to see compassion? Fine." I take the hand pressed against my shoulders and kiss his knuckles. "I've now kissed the hand of my mother's killer."
Before he has time to react to my chaste kiss, I bring my other hand up and slap him. His head whips to the side.
"I'm also a vindictive bitch," I say.

You are painfully human. Your bones want to break, your skin wants to bleed, your heart wants to stop. And for the first time ever, I am desperate for none of those things to happen. I have never known true fear until now.

Rather than answering me, he grabs his shirt from the bed and pulls it on. I bid goodbye to his abs as he buttons it up.

I'll be at your side, till the darkness dies.

He moves the hand I still hold captive to my face, touching my scar. "You fought for me, killed for me. You wore my crown and carried my child. Don't distort what you mean to me, what you've always meant to me. "And I'm going to keep you in this bed until you understand something: I won't let you go. Everything you are is mine, and everything I am is yours.

All those evenings she watched me leave her, those are the illusion. Because the truth is, I have searched worlds for her, looked for her for centuries. I've held her a thousand times in my dreams, and I have died a thousand times upon waking.

His gaze scours my face, and I realize his cool exterior is hiding a well of emotions. A vein in his temple pulses. "What've they done to you?"
This abomination of a human being cares about me. It doesn't add up with what I've learned of him.
And now, one wrong word and this house of cards will tumble. That's the kind of power I sense I wield, being the king's wife. He'll kill them all, and unlike me, he'll enjoy it thoroughly.

That was my first lesson in war: everyone loses, even the victors.

From flame to ashes, dawn to dusk, for the rest of our lives, be mine always...
And the mountains may rise and fall, and the sun might wither away, and the sea may claim the land and swallow the sky. But you will always be mine. And the stars might fall from the heavens, and night might cloak the earth, but until darkness dies, I will always be yours. - Callie and Desmond

She and I are love and war. Peace and violence. I have taught her how to be a worse person, and she's taught me how to be a better one. I fuel her hate, and she fuels my love.
I've torn the world apart and now I need my queen to help me stitch humanity back together, and my heart along with it.

My reflexes were now quicker than my emotion, and it was only after I had pinned her that I felt some dark, primordial excitement pulse through me. I made eye contact with her, and whatever she saw in them made her flinch. I could feel my anger growing, feeding on itself. "You're right Doris." I spoke low so only she could hear me. "I am a freak. But I'm also a predator, and you, Doris, are most definitely prey. Just remember that next time you want to pick a fight.

Pride is a lonely soldier, seeing out his watch when there's no one else there to care.

Now I've had two men in my life choose me over the welfare of a nation. First my father, and now my husband.
Never again will I underestimate this man's devotion. He will ruin countries for me.

He tastes like fairy wine and dirty thoughts.

If that is what is needed of me, then that is precisely what I will do.
Even if it breaks me.

He wouldn't kill me. He might not even hurt me - there had been several instances where I could've sworn he didn't want this violent life. But he wanted to touch me, and he was roguish enough to do whatever he thought necessary to reach that end goal. Like lock me in a room. Asshat. After

I'll give you this: you're really showing off your amazing sucking skills. I bet you'd be great at BJ's.